This place of well renown. Wealthy, safe and sound, beauty in every town, dollars all around. As far as eyes can see. Coastlines. Abundant seas. A surplus of gaiety. Affluence surrounding me. Yet, proliferating under the facade. To those who will never see, it's more than meets the eye. Amongst involuntary thrones, it's privilege mistaken as right. Provides the every need, vice has become viceroy. Running rampant. Unabashed, undisguised, and victorious. Picturesque land of the free and filthy. What will you do when all wealth is taken away...and you have only yourself to blame? Under this facade a coffin confidently waits. Those who will never know.